C617 A Special Training of Unspeakable Suffering

The next morning, on the lawn of the manor behind the castle, there were all kinds of trees around, neatly trimmed.

The fresh green grass was full of vitality. It was soft when it was stepped on.

The blinding sunlight split apart the dark clouds before dawn, scattering all the bright, dazzling light that spanned tens of thousands of feet onto the earth